A Trip To A Store(Invite)

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Manor was out on the streets dressed in blue jeans and a dark blue shirt. On the blue shirt was a blue dragon and some blue japanese symbols. Yeah, it was too much of one color, but Manor was never one to care. He made his way to a specific store that happened to be a comic/collectable store. Once inside, he immidiately walks up to the counter.

You have something for me. Name's Scott Joseph Manor.

The overweight clerk with messy, brown hair gives Manor a bit of a glare. Dressed in a gray t-shirt that didn't quite cover all of his stomach and a pair of jean shorts he adjusts his glasses. Clerk: Hold on let me check our records. He types away on his computer and lets out a snort. So you're the one that bought All Star Comics Number Eight. Another rich snob who doesn't understand what he just bought.

Manor just lets out a sigh having dealt with this attitude before. It happened to him because it was obvious he, himself wasn't a collector of comics. However, his daughter was at his insistence of finding a hobby that wasn't sports related. Although he hated spending 60,000 dollars on a comic, his daughter had practically begged him to try and find comics like this. And if it kept his daughter from being an athlete of any kind, he'd pay the price.

The comic store clerk turned and bent over slightly to open a safe. Unfortunately, Manor got to see why they say crack kills making him more impatient to get out of here. Finally, the clerk opened the safe and pulls out the comic in a plastic bag. He hands it to Manor still glaring. Thank you. The comic book clerk let out a snort. Yeah go ahead. Thank me for watching another piece of history disappear into a collection where the true fans can't give it the care it needs.

[Adrian Taylor]

"Come on, come on. We don't have all day. If you don't hurry up, you don't get paid. Now, hurry up."

~...Adrian said to an older looking man with a look of utter confusion on his face. The older man was dressed in rags, not very clean, and held an expensive video camera in his hands. Obviously, the man must've been a resident of the homeless population in Las Vegas because he wasn't exactly the most well groomed individual around right now. He trailed behind Adrian who was hellbent searching for a certain location on this street. The information he received told him that he could find his 'brother' doing a little shopping in the area and Adrian just wanted to help him out. The older asked Adrian...~

Bum: "Where are we going?"

"Shopping."

Bum: "Shopping?"

"Yes. We need to go shopping in order to film my movie."

Bum: "What kind of movie are you makin'?"

"A snuff film."

Bum: "Snuff? What's that?"

"You'll see..."

~Adrian passed by a store with a big cardboard cutout of Spiderman taped to the window. However, that wasn't the thing that caught his eye when passing by. No. It was what he saw behind the glass, behind the cardboard that intrigued him. It was the man he was looking for and that man happened to be in the middle of a transaction at the register. Adrian turned around to the old man who was following him and said...~

"In here. Follow me. Quick. Turn on the camera. Record everything you see. If you don't record, you don't get paid. Now... Just hit that button... Yeah. Can you see me?"

Bum: "Yeah. Yeah, I can see you."

"Good. Just keep filming. Come on. Follow me."

~Adrian waved for the old man to follow while he walked through the entrance of the comic book store, the sound of bells jingled above announcing his arrival. The owner of the store behind the counter gave Adrian a glaring death stare. Obviously, Adrian wasn't the kind of person who would just waltz into this place without a reason. Sure. He was a fan of one comic book character. Only one. The Punisher. No powers. Just guns and raw skills. Take down any of your punk ass super powered heroes with a bullet to the head. However, he wasn't here to shop around for comic books. No. He was here for the man who was currently purchasing a comic book right now. Adrian just casually strolled through the store, waving for the old man to follow him. Adrian paused beside Scott and looked over to see what he had bought. And without any hesitation, Adrian reached over and snatched the comic away before it made it into Manor's hands...~

"Oh snap. What do we have here, brother?"

~He lifted the bag up to eye level and looked at the cover. His eyebrow arched up as he looked at his. Honestly, he didn't recognize anyone on the cover. Not even any big names that everyone knows. Just a bunch of guys hovering around what looks like a snow globe with two other guys in it. Adrian just shook his head and said...~

"What the Hell is this? You wasted 10 cents on this thing? I mean, there ain't even anyone on here worth mentioning... There's not even anyone on this cover that looks remotely interesting... I know it's only 10 cents, but I'd have bought something worth reading. This simply won't do, brother. No. I must remedy this situation at once."

~Adrian removed the comic book from it's plastic bag. The clerk behind the register looked on in horror and before they could say anything about what he was doing, Adrian proceeded to start tearing away at the pages. He turned slightly so that the old man with the video camera could get a good shot of what he was doing. Rip. Rip. Rip. Rip. Adrian tore that 10 cent comic book up until it was 10 cents worth of confetti. Then Adrian turned back to the register and dropped the bits of paper in his hands down on the counter.~

"I believe you owe my brother here a refund. That comic book wasn't even fun to shred. What kind of business are you running here?"

~The clerk looked like he was about to have a heart attack when he saw what Adrian had done. Adrian didn't care though. He simply took a deep breath and exhaled a heavy sigh. Awaiting to see what Scott's reaction was to Adrian's arrival, destruction of what he just bought, and the demanding of a refund of 10 cents for what was left of the comic book~

"Well...?"

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Normally Manor would say something and mock Adrian. However, normally he didn't lose a $60,000 birthday present for his daughter. Normally, it was Adrian who was the ticked off one. Now it was Manor who had finally been ticked off. He took some deep breaths, looking at Adrian out of the corner of his eye.

He saw the reversal of roles. Knew what Adrian was doing. He didn't care. Without any word or warning of any kind he lashed out at Adrian catching him in the side of the head by surprise. Before Adrian could react, Manor lashed out a couple more times ending with a knee to the gut. Manor was pissed now as he grabbed Adrian by the top of his pants and his shirt, before ramming him into the counter, cracking the front that was made of glass to show off some items. You cost me sixty grand!

[Adrian Taylor]

Bum: "Uhhh... What should I...?"

"Ugh... I told you... Keep filming... No matter what..."

~...Adrian said, trying to regain his composure while also answering whatever the old man with the video camera was asking. Gah. The fucker actually showed some initiative for once. He didn't expect Scott to actually throw down with him here, but Adrian wasn't going to complain. It was only going to make what he planned on doing that much sweeter. He pushed himself off the the glass counter, it continuing to crack under his palms from his weight on it. He began to respond to Scott...~

"Sixty grand? Are you blind, Scott? The cover... Clearly read..."

~Adrian saw packs of collectible trading cards next to him on the counter. He reached over and grabbed a handful of them. Then he turned around and threw them in Scott's face to distract him, while screaming out...~

"10 CENTS!"

~While Scott had his hands up to block the packs of cards thrown in his face, Adrian took advantage and rushed him. Slamming his shoulder directly into Scott's gut and gripping him around the waist. He almost found his body give out from the impact. That bullet wound of his still hadn't quite healed all the way and still hurt like a bitch. However, Adrian was running on adrenaline and lifted Scott up off of his feet. He kept running forward and slammed Scott's back into a shelf with comic books lined up on it from the to right.~

Comic Book Guy: "What the Hell do you guys think you're doing?! This is my store! Cut it out! Don't make me call the police on you guys!"

~It was too late. Timberrrrrr. Down goes the shelf, having a domino effect and taking down two other shelves that were behind it. Creating a loud thud sound as the hard wood hit the floors. Adrian back pedaled a bit, watching the pain in Scott's face from being slammed into the shelf. Adrian cocked a fist back and went to throw a punch. Only to have Scott block it and...~

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

...deliver a swift kick to Adrian's groin. As Adrian crumpled over and the comic book store owner started to dial the police, Manor hung up the phone as the operator answered. Watch. Now. The man only shook his head. It's a collectable.

Adrian had begun to recover and Manor yanked it off the cashier's arm. Thankfully, it was one of those that can stretch, as Manor wrapped it around his knuckles and quickly delivered a punch to Adrian's shoulder, missing his target.

Manor shook his hand as he dropped the watch and the cashier dialed for the cops again. Manor picked up one of those over-sized Hulk gloves made out of plastic and the cashier dropped the phone, practically diving onto Manor's arm, bringing Manor down to a knee from his weight. Noooooooooooooo!!!!! I have a buyer for those!

[Adrian Taylor]

"Son of a bitch..."

~Gah. That hurt like Hell. Punched him right in his wound with a watch. Really? A fucking watch? Ugh. It hurt. His shoulder was far from being completely healed and being punched in it with a watch wasn't going to help matters. The comic book clerk was busy try to keep Scott from using the big plastic Hulk hands as weapons. This was going to be his opportunity to strike. Adrian quickly looked around him to find something he could grab. That was when he found a small, tin lunchbox with an old school picture of The Justice League on it.

He quickly reached forward and grabbed the handle of it. He pushed himself off of the floor, with lunchbox in hand, and turned to face Scott. He swung the lunchbox back and whipped it forward. Smacking Scott across the side of the head with it, making a loud 'DING' sound with it. He pulled back and delivered a backhanded smack with the lunchbox across the other side of Scott's head. The blows causing Manor to loosen his grip on the Hulk hands, leading to the comic book clerk ultimately pulling them away from harms way at the sacrifice of the lunchbox. The old man with the video camera took a few steps back, but kept the lens focused on the two men in front of him. ~

"Eat this!"

~Adrian took a step back and swung a foot back. Then he delivered a hard kick into Scott's chest, knocking him down on his ass. Adrian started to charge forward when...~

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

...Manor gets to his feet and delivers a spinebuster to Adrian on the counter. After delivering the move, he falls to the ground obviously running on just adrenaline. Standing up, he adjusts his jaw after those shots. He grabs another toy while the cashier is busy trying to shelter the Hulk gloves. This time it was a plastic replica of Thor's hammer. Hopping over the counter, he stands next to Adrian's head before smacking him in the side of the head as hard as he could. Which hurts more? Manor smacks him with the hammer again. Forehand? Manor delivers a backhand with the hammer. Or Backhand?

Suddenly, Manor just starts going to town with the hammer hitting Adrian in the chest or head randomly. It doesn't take long before he drops the hammer next to Adrian to catch his breath. For no reason at all, Manor grabs a toy version of Captain America's shield and throws it across the store.

He walks over to Adrian and gets in his face. Before this was just a favor Lilith asked that sounded fun. Now it's... That's all Manor could get out before...

[Adrian Taylor]

~...Adrian tipped his head back and slammed his forehead into Scott's nose. He hoped he broke it with that headbutt. The last thing that he wanted Scott to mention right now was anything about Lilith. He was still a little miffed about their reunion a few days ago and he didn't want to hear anything Scott might have to say about her. Sure. He knew Scott was asked by Lilith to hurt him. He told Adrian this already once before. The second Scott brought it up again, Adrian simply just saw red and headbutted Scott in his nose, knocking him back over the counter which was pretty much a wreck now. Adrian pushed himself off of the floor, his head ringing from being hit with a plastic hammer. That headbutt didn't help either. No one wins in with a headbutt.

Once back to his feet, Adrian hopped back over the counter and found Scott holding his face. This brought a smirk to his face and he looked at the old man with the video camera. Giving a nod to the camera before charging at Scott again. He cocked a fist back and slammed it across Scott's face, sending him up against the bookshelves on the other side of the store. Then Adrian grabbed Scott while he was still in a daze and set his up in the suplex position. Adrian leaned forward and lifted Scott up into the air, stumbling back a little bit in the process. And dropped back on the shelves that were already knocked down from earlier. Suplexing Scott on top of it.~

"Gah... Heh... Heh... Heh... Motherfucker..."

~That didn't end as well as Adrian had hoped. He slammed Scott on the bookshelves, but ended up hurting himself in the process too. Landing on hardwood bookshelves wasn't exactly like landing on a nice, fluffy mattress. Adrian started to roll over, trying his best to get back to his feet after that, but...~

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Manor was trying to wipe the blood off his face, after Adrian gave him a bloody nose from the headbutt. But he realized it was futile as he rolled over onto his stomach. Making his way over to Adrian, he grabs Adrian's head by the back of it, lifting it up and slamming it into the shelf. You want to headbutt me!? I'll show you how you headbutt someone! Suddenly Manor unleashes multiple headbutts to Adrian's skull while slamming him into the shelf.

After spending his energy, Manor falls backwards on his ass and wipes some blood off his forehead through his hair. Maybe it was his, maybe it Adrian's. He couldn't tell either way as he slowly makes his way to his feet using the Captain America shield to help that he threw earlier. Once up on his feet he does a diving or falling lunge, managing to hit Adrian in the stomach and nuts with the edge.

After hitting the ground again, Manor starts to crawl towards one of the walls making his way back to a standing position as he leans against the window. Closing his eyes making the assumption that like him, Adrian doesn't have anything left to throw at him. It felt like it'd been forever since he had been in anything close to this. Course he had never been smacked with a lunch box either, so there was a first for everything. Manor looks at the cashier who appears to either have fainted somewhere or just taken off then at the homeless man Adrian brought with him. Lilith better see this, cause she's paying for any doctor bills I have now. A deep breath as Manor smears the blood already on him.

[Adrian Taylor]

~Adrian laid there motionless for a moment. His head rang. His stomach was crushed. His nuts hurt like Hell. His breathing had grown labored. His whole body hurt. He could be wrong, but he thought his bullet wound had started bleeding again. Gah. This motherfucker played dirty. He felt like all the energy was drained from his body. Adrian didn't expect to be walking away from this fight in the condition he was in right now. However, it brought a grin to his face. It's been awhile since he enjoyed being out on the battlefield with an enemy he enjoyed facing as much as this. He could hear the sound of Scott crawling away from him on the floor, which meant that Scott still had an ounce of strength left in him. Adrian couldn't have that. He could feel his dark shadow creeping beneath his skin. The ice beginning to flow through his veins. He had to finish this and he wasn't going to let Scott get the last laugh on this. No. Fuck that. His dark shadow urged Adrian to move. Get up. Get that motherfucker, Adrian.

He began to slowly roll over, using what he had left in him to get over on his stomach. Once down, he placed his palms flat on the floor and started to push himself up onto one knee. He continued pushing, his dark shadow urging him more and more to get to his feets. To finish this. To end this bastard's career right here and right now. He continued pushing up until he finally found himself on a vertical position. His feet firmly holding his body up, barely able to stand. He looked around the comic book store and found Scott standing over by a window. He began to laugh to himself... ~

"This ends now..."

~He looked at the old man with the video camera and nodded his head to him. The camera remained focused on him, but then the old man turned to focus it on Scott. Then he turned the camera back to Adrian...~

"Move..."

~And so, the old man did just that, following orders. Adrian looked back at Scott and took a few steps backward. Then Adrian charged forward at full speed, or at least as fast as he could in the condition that he was in right now. He leaned forward and collided with Scott as hard as he could. Slamming his shoulder directly into Scott's gut and spearing the son of a bitch through the glass window and landing on the sidewalk outside. Spilling out across the concrete and landing hard.

Adrian laid there on the sidewalk, his eyes gazing at the sky above him. Scott's body remained next to him, motionless too. Adrian just remained there for a couple of minutes, his breathing starting to slow down little bit little. That was when the old man with the video camera came outside and stood over Adrian. Looking down at Adrian, the old man said...~

Bum: "You okay there, chief?"

"Heh... Heh... Heh... Help... help me up... Heh... Heh... Heh..."

~Adrian slowly raised a heavy hand up to the old man above him. The old man took a firm hold of Adrian hand and began to pull him up to a sitting position. It was a damn shame. Adrian couldn't even get himself back onto his feet after this fight without a little bit of assistance. Fucking A. His body ached like Hell, but he damn sure felt like he got the job done. He turned his head to look at Scott and he damn sure wasn't moving. The old man continued to grab Adrian and helping him until he was finally back on his feet again.

Adrian looked down at the video camera in the old man's hand before nodding for him to follow him again. He started to limp away from Scott's body. One of his legs got hurt during that spill onto the concrete. His arm with the bullet wound just dangled from it's socket. His clothes were torn. Blood covered him from the glass and Scott's attacks. Adrian considered this a victory in his book. He continued limping on, the old man following behind...~

Bum: "Do I get paid now?"

"Not yet... I've got a couple more tasks for you to do... Just two more... And I promise... You'll get your money...."

Bum: "Alright, boss..."

END